thinking of them thinking like me

My heart drops when my expectations of others falls short of how I imagined them to act, to think.

 Why dont they do their utmost to care about things just the way I do.

Doing things the correct not incorrect way.

 I know they are capable human beings who can do more.
As if its only a bore.

 Shouldnt they love to do the right thing starting with their choice of words and actions.

How do they sleep after doing all those things.
 Are they blind to the fact that they can see.

 All my precious time spent wondering, worrying, thinking of the way they should be.

 Thinking of them thinking like me.

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 I wrote this after a discussion about whether or not butter was best left on the countertop or in the fridge. One might think this is really not that important unless they were the one who felt otherwise and a light discussion became filled with reasons one may or may not want butter sitting out .Each person feeling that their point was the correct point. In the end the butter remained on the countertop to remain spreadable but also a source of contention. Im thankful we all have our own thoughts even if everyone thinks it would be best they were all the same.